Monday, February 23, 2009

Son, there are a few thingsYou have to know before I goFor sure, we were very poorWhen you were first born.I cried, as I prayed, at timesBecause we had such a rough rideYet, Allah never cast us asideAnd we weathered the tide.When all of our resources had been spentAnd there was no money to be lentMommy prayed for the rent.Know the money came through heaven-sent.So, always maintain your prideAnd don’t do just anything to make a dime.Don’t you ever sell your soul for drugsBecause jail and hell are awaiting many thugs.Remember that we’ve struggled

And thrived through many testsOur much more has followed our much lessSo, should money ever have you stressedYou just have faith, and remember,

That you, my son, are truly blessed.This is your legacy,You’ve got riches in your soulEven through poverty,We’ve had riches more than goldAll through our ancestry,We’ve had a strength unknownYou just have faith and see,How your dreams will unfold.Son take this advice –Don’t ever let anyone seduce you into vice.When people start drinking gin and juiceAnd they start acting looseStep aside, be quick to slideBecause you, my son,Have great things to produce.People will act a foolAnd the world is very cruelBut, you follow the Golden RuleDo for others what you wouldHave them do for you.Though at times you’ll be deceived,If you fall down on your kneesAnd you pray and believe,You will achieve, you will succeed.This is your legacy,These are my jewels your soulEven through poverty,We’ve had riches more than goldAll through our ancestry,Our people had a faith unknownYou just have faith and see,How your dreams will unfold.Son, you’ve brought peace to my lifeI no longer find myself in strifeBut, back in the days…I had violent ways.Your Uncle Jared saysThat I had rageJust poppin’All out of me.So should anyone everTry to hurt you in a craze,Do not be amazedAt the war Mommy'll blaze.Know this is true,I’ll proudly die to protect you.When my life is through,You remember that I didWhat I had to do.When I die, don’t cryDon’t grieve;Know that your mama is

Resting in peaceBecause she truly believed;Once I’m deceased,Should your life get hard.Know that Allah is never farTell Him what He likes to hear;That it’s only Him that you fearThrough your trials AllahWill hold you dear.

When my body lies breathlessI want you to remember nothing less;That you will never go astrayAs long as it's five times a dayThat you prayThis is your legacy,You’ve got riches in your soulEven through poverty,We’ve had riches more than goldAll through our ancestry,We’ve had blessings yet untoldYou just have faith and see,How your dreams will unfold.